Narsinh Mehta (1414? – 1481? / Talaja, Bhavnagar, Gujarat / India)
By the grace of the holy ones
By the grace of the holy ones, all things turn out well
And by Krishna’s grace, one attains Krishna himself
By the grace of the world, one is born repeatedly in various forms!
By the grace of the holy ones, all things turn out well...
Ever engrossed in the company of the lord’s devotees,
The holy ones are ever happy and never do they grieve,
The world, however, roams around maddened
And trapped in its own intricate snares.
By the grace of the holy ones, all things turn out well.
The worldliness goes against Hari, for the layers and layers of sin, put him away,
So strengthen your devotion
Says Narsaiyyo, serve the holy ones and the Truth
And you will surely attain the ultimate bliss...
By the grace of the holy ones, all things turn out well..
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